More Cat Poetry from Milton

Guest Blogger Milton Doyle Gunderson III favors us again with his verse, in honor of National Poetry Month:

Milton Doyle Gunderson III:
Poet, killer

I've had many people (OK, 2) ask me when I find time to compose poetry, and I have to say, you just have to make the time. Most cats, when you see their ears twitch - they're writing poetry in their heads. Either that, or they're getting ready to attack something.

Here's today's poem:

Destiny

Backyard fraught with danger

Steve the Neighbor Cat lurks and hisses

I may be small now, but I grow with every passing day

And I will face my destiny like the panther I see in my mind

While you, my friend, jump over the fence and hide.